Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Nas,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.